Friday, 9 March 2012

I give you a picture; you give me a story. Don’t make notes, don’t ponder your execution, just look at the photo and whatever pops into your head first, begin writing based on that thought

Almost naked, confused, Stockinged feet, missing shoes, Head thumping, pounding away, Trying to put back the pieces that have gone astray, Did I miss a drunken tryst ?Was it a frog or prince charming I kissed,At what stage did my reality become hazy All the players through my drunken stupor acting crazy ?Almost naked, confused, Stockinged feet, missing shoes, Head thumping, pounding away, Trying to put back the pieces that have gone astray, Drilling constant in my head, Body bruised, tired, aching for bed. A Whole night wasted lost, but at what cost ?Almost naked, confused The pieces don't make sense they refuse To click in to place fill the time, the space, Stockinged Feet, missing shoes,Its adiós to the booze Head thumping, pounding away,It's off to a different dreamland I stray, A Whole night wasted, lost, but at what cost ?Stockinged feet, missing shoes ......snooze .. .. . .z Z Z Z